A happy memory from two years ago. In Ely with my cousin we stayed in a low rent little cabin near town. Ever the early riser I left a note on the table and walked to town for breakfast at Britton’s Cafe.

I was very happy with the studies I made on that trip – no beauty shots of the Boundary Waters or other predictable subjects, but rather vignettes of whatever was in front of me when I was still and present.